10 Best Famous Glowworms Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Glowworms poems. This is a select list of the best famous Glowworms poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Glowworms poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of glowworms poems.

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Lullaby

by Louise Gluck
 Now the day is done, 
Now the shepherd sun 
Drives his white flocks from the sky; 
Now the flowers rest 
On their mother's breast, 
Hushed by her low lullaby. 

Now the glowworms glance, 
Now the fireflies dance, 
Under fern-boughs green and high; 
And the western breeze 
To the forest trees 
Chants a tuneful lullaby. 

Now 'mid shadows deep 
Falls blessed sleep, 
Like dew from the summer sky; 
And the whole earth dreams, 
In the moon's soft beams, 
While night breathes a lullaby. 

Now, birdlings, rest, 
In your wind-rocked nest, 
Unscared by the owl's shrill cry; 
For with folded wings 
Little Brier swings, 
And singeth your lullaby.

Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines

by Dylan Thomas
 Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.
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